My Labor Day weekend began with the brilliant idea to get PIZZA for the first time in seven months. My friend warned me not too, Chris was a little reserved about it, and even I was a little leery. However, we went ahead and ordered one, along with some wings. BIG MISTAKE. 18 hours later I was just finishing getting over the worst stomach ache and digestive issues I’ve had in, well, 7 months. Coincidence? I think not. Pizza is not definitely off my list. Permanently.
Sunday night Chris and I went out to a party where I did NOT get wasted- pleasantly chemically altered perhaps- and everything was fabulous. Until Chris went out to pick up another 6 pack and the car died at the gas station! Luckily we got a jump but we went home early anyway just to avoid having further issue. Monday, Chris got the car in and it WAS just the battery and not something much worse.
I did some clean up in the craft room (not too much, I’d hate to actually accomplish something during a 3 day weekend) and plan on working during the week to try and re-organize my supplies.
